The Flesh Ganoderma's mood was growing increasingly sour. No matter how closely it observed, it still could not uncover Luo Chen’s secret. The echoes within the Infernal Heartbound Tree, the three eight-star demon hunters of the Society, and the True Artifact of the Penglai Immortal Sect were all matters that should have pushed an ordinary Adept into a desperate corner. Yet whenever Luo Chen encountered an obstacle, he somehow seemed to have the exact means to deal with it. The pattern had repeated itself so many times that even the Flesh Ganoderma could not help wondering whether people were actually much more capable than he’d given them credit for.

Its eyelids twitched from time to time as it stared at the massive gray cauldron that blazed with spirit light as it drew on Luo Chen’s mana to restrain and subdue the Penglai Eightspire Pavilion.

The Flesh Ganoderma had never heard of an Adept refining a life-bound treasure that pursued versatility above all else. Life-bound treasures were meant to complement their masters as perfectly as possible. Chasing...